Monday, May 14, 2012

And
the guide said: “Yes, and the way is hard, and you will be old before
you reach the end of it, but the end will be better than the beginning.”

But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years.

So
she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the
way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shown on them and
the young Mother cried, “Nothing will ever be lovelier than this.”

Then
the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children
shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered
them with her mantle, and the children said, “Mother we are not afraid,
for you are near, and no harm can come.”

And
the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed
and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to
the children, “A little patience and we are there.” So the children
climbed, and when they reached the top they said, “Mother, we could not
have done it without you.”

And
the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and
said, “This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned
fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage.
Today I have given them strength.”

And
the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of
war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the
mother said, “Look up. Lift your eyes to the light.” And the children
looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them
beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said, “This is the
best day of all, for I have shown my children God.”

And
the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the
mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall
and strong and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they
lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a
hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and the golden gates
flung wide. And the mother said, “I have reached the end of my
journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my
children can walk alone, and their children after them.”

And
the children said, “You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you
have gone through the gates.” And they stood and watched her as she
went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said, “We
cannot see her, but she is with us still. A mother like ours is more
than a memory. She is a living presence.”

Your
Mother is always with you. She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk
down the street, she’s the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered
socks, she’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not well. Your
Mother lives inside your laughter and she’s crystallized in every
teardrop.

She’s
the place you came from, your first home; and she’s the map you follow
with every step you take. She’s your first love and your first
heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you… Not time… Not space…
Not even death. Thank the Lord for the gift of her in your life.

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